The Western Sect's Scriptures

When traveling, one should not flaunt one's wealth; if one falls into a den of thieves, one should find someone with influence to speak with.

Instead of taking careful care of her himself, Zhang Xuezhou went directly to Contemplator of Freedom Bodhisattva.

This Bodhisattva holds a high position in the Western Sect, directly preventing most monks from harboring any covetous thoughts.

This kind of bad habit in the Western Sect is considered normal from top to bottom, just like the style of the Thieves' School' School, which is completely unreasonable.

"This is our Moon-Gazing Corner. It's the best spot to sit and admire the bright moon. You can even see the Moon Palace from here by the moonlight!"

Zhang Xuezhou hired a translator, but in reality, they were equivalent to bodyguards.

He had Contemplator of Freedom Bodhisattva lead him around Spirit Mountain, occasionally showing his face in front of the monks and inspecting the environment of various parts of Spirit Mountain.

"Wait, wait, wait! That's the location of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, a restricted area of our Spirit Mountain. Unauthorized entry is strictly prohibited!"

What about over there?

"That's where our Seven Treasures Thousand-Petal Golden Lotus grows, and it's also a forbidden area!"

As Zhang Xuezhou climbed to Denggao vantage point, he also saw the two forbidden zones of Spirit Mountain Spirit Mountain.

These two restricted areas were undefended, and Zhang Xuezhou could see the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, which resembled a spring, at a glance. In the pond below the pool, Duoduo flowers were in full bloom.

The area appeared peaceful and serene, but skulls hung around the two restricted zones.

Death posed a sufficient threat, which is why Contemplator of Freedom Bodhisattva neither granted permission nor wished to bring anyone close.

What's over there?

"That's our leader's hut!"

The summit of Spirit Mountain is covered with bamboo, which is not green but purple, and each bamboo is thin and long, with some bearing tear stains.

In the center of the purple bamboo forest, a bamboo pavilion on stilts is nestled, exuding a sense of leisure and contentment.

Zhang Xuezhou looked at it several times and then gestured to indicate the distance.

From the attic, one can see the Eight Treasures Merit Pool and the place where the Seven Treasures Thousand-Petal Golden Lotus grows, clearly showing that this Western Sect takes great care of his treasures.

What is your cult leader chanting?

There are only a few places on the summit of Spirit Mountain. Unlike Kunlun, Spirit Mountain's secret areas are not complicated. The well-formed secret areas do not require the use of teleportation arrays. In the event of a battle in such an area, one only needs to occupy a high place to gain a natural advantage.

After roughly observing the terrain, Zhang Xuezhou lost much interest in surveying it and instead focused on his original purpose for coming.

The sound of chanting could also be heard from the cult leader's hut atop Spirit Mountain, the low, indistinct chanting making it difficult to discern, and Zhang Xuezhou desperately needed the assistance of a translator.

"Immeasurable virtues, free from desire, anger, and harmful thoughts; not clinging to form, sound, smell, taste, touch, or mental objects; achieving perfect forbearance; disregarding all suffering..."

Contemplator of Freedom Bodhisattva began her introduction directly, causing Zhang Xuezhou to frown.

The translation does fall short of the original. It's like how Zhang Xuezhou's recitation of the "Tomb Scripture" couldn't be translated into the language of the Scarlet Alliance State, and his recitation of the text translated by Contemplator of Freedom Bodhisattva would also be difficult to make effective.

If one wishes to obtain the scriptures for cultivating mental power in the Western Sect, it is highly likely that Zhang Xuezhou will need to recite the original text.

"This text is from the Amitabha Sutra, containing 43,200 characters!"

Contemplator of Freedom Bodhisattva clearly did not wish to follow along and translate the entire text; there would be no practical significance for him to translate the whole text.

"I teach monks to recite this sutra to eradicate the four grave offenses, the five heinous crimes, and the ten evil deeds, and to prevent them from being disturbed by ghosts and spirits. If one can sincerely recite it 200,000 times, it can remove all karmic obstacles. If one can recite it 300,000 times, one can receive the Buddha's light upon one's head!"

Contemplator of Freedom Bodhisattva pointed to the top of his head, and a ray of light like the bright moon appeared behind him. Under the illumination of the light, a sense of peace and tranquility entered Zhang Xuezhou's heart.

"Wonderful!"

Zhang Xuezhou Contemplator of Freedom Bodhisattva up and down, and even glanced behind the other person's head.

He had never seen spiritual power manifest itself so outwardly; the spiritual power practiced in the Western Sect is indeed unique.

As for the Bodhisattva Contemplator of Freedom's claim of reciting scriptures 200,000 or 300,000 times, this can only fool laymen. In essence, it is a kind of spiritual refinement, which is different from Ren Yisheng's meditation and contemplation, but the essence will be the same.

"Are there many scriptures like these with halos around your heads?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"My teachings contain twenty-two scriptures, totaling nine thousand three hundred and forty-seven volumes," Contemplator of Freedom Bodhisattva. "Each volume contains profound mysteries. If one can grasp these mysteries, one will surely receive the Buddha's light atop one's head and possess the power of clear and enlightened wisdom!"

"That doesn't sound like much!"

A single scripture contains tens of thousands of words, and even twenty-two scriptures only amount to around a million words. Given Zhang Xuezhou's reading and memorization speed, it would only take him a few hours.

Reciting a million words from these scriptures would be a huge undertaking, and repeated recitation would certainly be even more troublesome.

Without the right approach, Zhang Xuezhou felt that reading was pointless.

Even if he defeats the Buddha's disciple, the Western Sect's explanations will be limited, resulting in a wasted effort.

To benefit from the Western Sect, a solid foundation in the written language is essential. Only by thoroughly understanding the relevant Sanskrit can one grasp the core content of the Western Sect in terms of their spiritual development.

"Tell me about Sanskrit!"

Zhang Xuezhou looked up at the grayish-white sky.

The time wasn't long, but it wasn't short either; Zhang Xuezhou would remain conscious for another two or three days.

Although the topic of the century-long agreement at Spirit Mountain is still unknown, as is the start date of the competition, Zhang Xuezhou is still willing to make some preparations.

He had spent months learning the Sacred Land Language in the past, and now he could only learn it faster.

Upon reflection in reality, Zhang Xuezhou felt that mastering Sanskrit was a piece of cake.

Since the matter involved esoteric arts of the mind, he was naturally particularly interested in it.

Given Zhang Xuezhou's current level of Mental Strengthening, there isn't much room for him to improve further.

On the one hand, Zhang Xuezhou can advance his sequence to the Seventh Sequence, where he will gain a resistance layer, thereby acquiring the ability to provide mental protection.

On the other hand, Zhang Xuezhou can improve his Realm Technique. The higher the realm, the greater the total amount of spiritual energy, which can also enhance his spiritual abilities.

Limited choices made Zhang Xuezhou willing to accept new content and also wanted to try Western Sect ' innovative approaches to spiritual matters.

He had his own purpose, but his request made Contemplator of Freedom Bodhisattva look troubled.

"You only asked me to translate the text before, you didn't require me to explain it," Contemplator of Freedom Bodhisattva said, frowning.

Learning Sanskrit is not something that can be done overnight. Contemplator of Freedom Bodhisattva was worried that Zhang Xuezhou would not be able to learn it and would find an excuse to renege on the previously promised payment.

"That's only because the previous transaction has already been completed," Zhang Xuezhou said with a smile. "I'll give you a Qi and Blood Fortune Pill in return. If you diligently teach me Sanskrit in the future, I'll reward you with a secret medicine!"

"Really? You're giving me a secret medicine? What kind of secret medicine are you going to give me?"

Zhang Xuezhou truly meant the Qi and Blood Fortune Pill.

In just half a day, the other party generously gifted a Qi and Blood Fortune Pill, showing such wealth that even Contemplator of Freedom Bodhisattva wanted to rob them again.

But the more confident Zhang Xuezhou became, the more generous his gifts were, and the more Contemplator of Freedom Bodhisattva felt it was difficult to act rashly, fearing that he might provoke irresistible trouble.

If simple companionship and guidance could yield legitimate gains, Contemplator of Freedom Bodhisattva would not do evil.

He looked at Zhang Xuezhou, who, as before, refused to reveal the answer, and quickly agreed.